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  My head tilted back as he slammed into me. I was becoming addicted to the way his cock felt when it filled me so suddenly, because I was tight around him, cumming hard at just him thrusting inside me.

  “Oh my God—!”

  “Fuck, babe, you’re so damn tight!” he snarled out at me. He kept fucking me through my orgasm, making the slick, wet sounds that were coming from inside of me even more lewd than they would be. I gripped the bedsheets as he rocked me against the bed, moving and shaking the bed and making it knock hard against the wall with a bang, bang, bang.

  “Harder, Tony. Harder. Faster.”

  More, more. I needed and wanted so much more. I thought I was going to go insane with it!

  He complied beautifully. He pulled out, then slammed back in. He was slow to pull out again, letting me feel every single inch of that glorious cock—how thick and long it was—before slamming back into me. I felt him penetrate deep, and he pulled a yell out of me.

  “You like that, huh? You like it when I fuck you hard?”

  “Yes!”

  He slammed into me again, over and over. His hips rolled in a fluid motion, knocking his cock back deep within me until I was screaming his name and cumming all over him again. I arched, my back coming off the bed and my breath taken from my throat, brows furrowing.

  “Don’t stop—”

  “Like hell I’m gonna,” he snarled. He hiked one of my legs up, settling it on his shoulder. It forced him deeper, and for the life of me, I’d never had a man handle me like that before—like this was what I was made for. Like I was his.

  He grunted as he kept on, pistoning himself inside me. All I could do was lay back and take it, enjoy how good it felt, and clutch the bedsheets in my hand until Tony’s hips were stuttering against my own—until his thrusts became more and more erratic. He pushed deeply into me as he came and laid himself over me. I wrapped around him as he worked himself in and out some more, milking his orgasm until he was fully done and sated. I panted beneath him, satisfied and glowing. Throbbing.

  “We’re making a habit out of this, you know.”

  “Sex?”

  “Angry sex.”

  “I wasn’t angry.”

  “Coulda fooled me.”

  He rolled over, pulling out of me. We laughed.

  “We should probably stop,” I said. “The angry sex. Eventually, it’ll be bad for the baby.” My hand settled on my stomach. Still flat—though I noticed it was somewhat harder. His hand joined mine.

  “I didn’t intend to have that thing with your father, by the way,” he said. I looked to him, head tilted, a little puzzled.

  “Hm?”

  “That thing on the TV. I had gone to get the two guys who helped me get you out of that shitty house that your father was keeping you in. He was there.”

  “Why was he there?”

  Tony shrugged. “No idea, to be honest. Probably paying off whoever lets him run the town the way he wants to run it.”

  I frowned a little.

  “My father …he’s into a lot of things that he shouldn’t be, isn’t he?”

  “What gave you that impression?”

  I rolled my eyes.

  “I’ve always known that my father works with shady people. I don’t trust any of his cronies, and less than half of the people that he works with are the government. But I always kind of thought …” I shook my head. “I don’t know what I thought. He’s a shitty father, but I didn’t think that overall, he was a shitty person. He has his goals and his ambitions but … he champions for the people. Championed for the people …”

  “You’re a smart girl. I’m sure you understand how the world works.”

  “I’d hoped …”

  “That your father was a better man than that.”

  I sighed.

  “Yeah. I had thought that he was, but apparently, I was wrong. How fucked up is that?”

  Tony rolled over. He eyed me for a while.

  “It’s not really fucked up though, is it? I mean, it’s not like everyone is always how they ought to be, you know? The world isn’t perfect like that.”

  “I guess you’re right.”

  “I know I’m right. Either way, don’t beat yourself up over the shit your father does. That’s on your father …not on you.”

  “You know that applies to you as well, right?”

  “What do you mean?”

  I looked at him a little pointedly.

  “I mean, you and your father aren’t really close.”

  “Yeah, well. I mean we’ve never been really close anyway.”

  “And that’s not really on you.”

  “Hm.”

  I didn’t know where the urge came from, but there was an intense need and desire to have some sort of additional contact. I wrapped around him, snuggling up close to him. I think the move surprised him a bit; he started a little before he reciprocated the gesture and wrapped himself around me as well.

  “I think I should apologize,” he said eventually.

  “Apologize? For what?”

  “I’ve been a bit. You know.” He gestured between my legs. I laughed.

  “If I didn’t like it, do you honestly think I would have just let you get away with it?”

  “Hm, well, when you put it that way …”

  I smacked him lightly on the shoulder.

  “Listen … I don’t know what all is going to happen. But …I guess I do know at least you give really, really good sex.”

  We both laughed at that.

  Chapter Ten

  Tony

  I had a lot to think about when it came to Evie. A lot. She was a hot little thing, she was smart, and to be honest, most of the time I wanted her on my cock more than I wanted her off of it. Sometimes though …there was this weird feeling that I couldn’t really describe because it wasn’t one that I had ever felt. Being around her and knowing that she had my baby inside her, though, made me want to protect her and watch out for her. Pussy was pussy, but Evie was more than pussy. I didn’t know what to do with that.

  It was about a week after she and I had had that argument. My father had gotten her set up advising him and a few of his partners—never showing her face to them, though. One thing we agreed on was that we would expose her to as few people who would talk as possible. If we didn’t make waves, then her father couldn’t, either, right? It sounded smart, and though my father went along with it, I could tell he had a small issue with it. Whatever. It was my call to make; Evie was my girl.

  Anyway. It was about a week after, and things were settling in, mostly. I had my head wrapped around Evie, though. The baby. Our future. Too many thoughts to be having about pussy, so I’d decided to go out with Allan. We sat in Buster’s, a cheap-ass strip joint in the slower part of town. It meant a less-than-perfect selection of tail, but the girls were enthusiastic and usually they’d let you do whatever you wanted with them.

  I wasn’t in the mood to do whatever, though. That was the fucking thing. Wild, wasn’t it? Here I was, surrounded by pussy, and I didn’t fucking care.

  Allan, though—boy, he was happy. I took a sip from my glass and watched as some thick-assed honey wiggled herself in his lap. She was pretty, but had no rhythm. Not like Allan noticed; if there was action on his dick, he was pretty set and set good.

  “Yeah, girl,” he said. He slapped her ass, sliding in a couple of high-marked bills. “Yeah.”

  I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

  “Hey, dude, you’re harshing on my real good vibes over here with all your huffin’ and puffin’,” he said. “Why don’t you pay for a dance or something?”

  “Because I don’t want a dance.”

  “Then why did you say we should come here?”

  I didn’t answer. Eventually, Allan scoffed.

  “Hey, man, whatever. Go to the bar and drink there or something. I’m getting’ me mines!”

  I looked over and saw he had his hands all over the girl’s tits. He was throwing around e
nough money that they wouldn’t care about the no touching rule. Maybe before we left he’d get a little more than just a titty grab. I sure as hell wasn’t staying to sit around for that shit.

  “Man, whatever. Don’t take too long. I’m already bored and I want to get some food before we go home.”

  Allan didn’t even listen or pay attention. I shook my head and went over to the bar. The lights were dim, but at least there weren’t any girls trying to shove their asses in my face; the one behind the bar was pretty, though. Must have had a look on my face that said that I wasn’t interested, however.

  “You look a little put off to say you’re at a strip joint,” she said. She smiled at me. “What can I get you?”

  I slid my glass over to her.

  “Rum.”

  “You got it.”

  I sat back as I waited for her. I watched her as she made my drink. The sway of her ass. The way her body was curved. She looked like she had the kind of hips that you held on to when you had a woman riding your dick—she’d probably be good at it. But while I would usually be fine with grabbing, going, and maybe taking up a few days of her time, there was just nothing. My cock didn’t even react to her.

  When she came back around, I slid her a decent tip. She raised a brow and slid it into her bra after counting it.

  “Pretty generous considering I still have all my clothes on.”

  “I didn’t really come here to get any naked action,” I said.

  “Oh?” She started cleaning a glass. There was a wolf whistle that took my attention for a second, until I realized that it was just Allan, still being a Goddamn fool. She laughed. “Whatever the case, your friend certainly is having more fun than you are. You caught up on something?”

  “You always so talkative?”

  “Only with the ones who need to talk.”

  I eyed her a bit. She was pretty. First time I really got the chance to look at her right. She had these candy-apple-red lips and long-ass black hair. Thick, too, with creamy, caramel-colored skin. I shrugged.

  “Maybe. Maybe not. What’s it to you?”

  “Well, one, it’s my job to make sure the men that come in here have a good time and feel good. You’re not having a good time, and you don’t feel good.”

  “I said I didn’t come in here for a dance.”

  “I didn’t say I would make you feel good with a dance—but, fair warning, you still have to pay. I’m on the clock.”

  She came around the bar. Another girl walked up, seemingly out of no fucking where. Girl with the candy-apple lips tugged me up from my seat and to the back room. She was a strong, little thing, and while I wasn’t looking for that kind of good time, I was curious about what she was going to give me.

  The back rooms were fairly clean. They weren’t the most pristine or prestigious or whatever, but it didn’t really matter, did it? She sat me down on the couch and I willingly followed. She plopped herself down beside me, resting her thick, little legs in my lap.

  “So,” she said. “Is it a girl who’s got you all sad? I doubt it’s a man if you’re in here, but hey, you never know.”

  I rolled my eyes.

  “It’s not a man.”

  “A girl, then.”

  “A girl.”

  When I didn’t offer any more, she nudged me.

  “Well, go on. I’m studying psychology while I work here. Give me something good to analyze. Maybe I can help.”

  “You’re gonna be in trouble if you find you clients coming to a strip joint,” I muttered. Christ, this was crazy. Talking to a stripper about a female. I sighed. “It’s like this,” I started. “I had a one-night stand with a girl. Standard. It was hot and she was hot. I got her on my mind because of that, but I don’t hear from her for a while, right? Her father is …kind of an important guy. Controlling and shit. I do some digging and find out the reason that I haven’t heard from her is because her crazy-ass father locked her away somewhere …I knocked her up, and he wasn’t too pleased.”

  Candy Apple whistled.

  “I’d probably be pissed too. Locking her away, though?”

  “I know, right? Crazy-ass shit. Anyway. The long and short of it is I get this girl away from her crazy father—”

  “Okay, wait. Hold up.” Candy Apple starts to get comfortable. “How the hell did you get her back if her father had her on a serious lock down? You need to explain that.”

  I rolled my eyes.

  “Okay. It’s like this. I did some digging. Found out some details. I was planning on getting her, right? Funny thing is, she actually calls me—”

  “Oh? So she was looking for you, too?”

  “Yeah. She calls me and explains things. Tries to get me to stay put, I guess.”

  “Which, obviously, you didn’t do.”

  “Obviously not. I get her. There’s some beef, but it’s cool. We’re cool. I bring her back to my place and get her situated and settled away.”

  “So, what’s the issue?” Candy Apple looks at me intently. “Sounds like you got everything squared away, so why all the fuss and worry?”

  “Because.” I shook my head. “Listen, she’s got my baby, yeah? But I don’t know shit about her. I think she’s fine. Fucking her is nice. But—”

  “You’re catching some feelings you weren’t expecting way too fast, in your opinion, over some tail?”

  I stared at Candy Apple, mouth a little open. She shrugged.

  “What? I told you I was putting myself through school. Don’t look so surprised just because I’m a stripper.”

  “It ain’t that—”

  “Don’t lie, I promise it won’t hurt my feelings. An-y-way. You and this girl. You wanted to just, what? Step up. Be a man. Claim that as yours. But now it’s feeling too real?”

  “Yeah. Yeah, sounds about damn right.”

  Candy Apple laughed.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “The fact you’re making this more complicated than you need to. Men always do that, but so do women, so let me clue you in. This girl is willingly staying with you, yeah? Which means on some level, she wants something to work out with you. I say take the leap and see where it gets you. You don’t gotta be all in your feelings over it. Take her on a date. See a movie. Learn about what she likes and what she doesn’t like. By the time that baby comes in, you’ll know how hard you want her, or if you’re just cool looking out for her because you fucked up and didn’t wrap it before you tapped it. Simple.”

  I thought about it a little. Yeah, that was simple. But there was obviously shit that I wasn’t about to tell her about the situation. Namely Evie’s father … I didn’t trust that bastard to keep up his end of the deal here—the deal being that I was allowed to have Evie and our baby and he could kick rocks for all I cared. Eventually, people would start asking questions, but questions were things that I was able to handle and put a decent, swift end to.

  “Okay, so like. Date her? You want me to date her?”

  “You want you to date her. I’m just telling you like it is.”

  “Hm.”

  She laughed again and stood up.

  “Listen. I get that the situation is hard, but you don’t seem like a dumb guy, even if you’re being dumb about this situation. Men like you always go after what they want and don’t stop until they get it. Treat that like this—you know, without being a dick about it—and I’m sure your girl will come around the way you want her to. Now.” She put one hand on her hip and held the other one out to me expectantly. “Time’s up, big boy.”

  I snorted. Candy Apple sure was something, wasn’t she? Whatever. I fished into my pocket and pulled out a decent set of bills, giving her a little extra, considering playing therapist probably wasn’t in her job description.

  “Thanks.”

  “Anytime, big boy. And I do mean that. Swing back around and tell me how it goes!”

  I didn’t know if I was gonna go that far, but I gave her a nod before I left, as if I was going to think about i
t anyway.

  Allan was still playing with his girl when I walked out. He’d gotten her top off, though, and was fucking around in her panties. She ground up against him like it was the first time anyone had gotten a hold of her pussy. I shook my head, took Allan by the collar of his shirt, and dragged his ass up. He protested, yelling at me as I did so.

  “Hey, man, what gives?!”

  “I’m bored and done and not staying here,” I said. “Come on with me unless you want to walk your ass back to the compound.”